It was only just a dream.. [Thank Goodness]

When I was a younger child, I had a WILD Imagination. As I've grown older, that creativity has seemed to fade. 

But I think I have figured out where all those crazy thoughts and ideas have gone.. To my dreams.

I dream of getting shot in Walmart, friends becoming possessed, bedrooms with magical teleport-capable stairways, and anit-shark chapstick. Tell me that's not out of the ordinary.

Last night I had a strange dream that consisted of my brother covering my bed with hundreds of batteries. I asked him nicely to clean it up because I didn't want battery acid to get on me, but he refused so I had to do it myself.

I started picking up the batteries and I noticed there was something greasy on my hand.. Battery acid. I rushed to my bathroom sink to wash it off, but unfortunately, the acid was already eating away at my skin.

The pain was unbearable, and the water didn't seem to be working, so I decided to move myself to the faucet in the bathtub so there would be more water and pressure on my hand. I was screaming for my parents, but they didn't seem to care at all. [Of course in real life they would be freaking out.]

I watched as the acid began to burn a hole in my hand, [Gross, right] and at this point I was convinced that the dream was real and I was nearing death. 

Somehow, a miracle occurred and my hand was mostly healed with just a tiny slither of sink that looked like a nasty cut.

I woke of relieved it that it was only just a dream. But why would that happen in real life, and where does my mind come up with this stuff?